I was born in Renton, WA, in 1955. I grew up in the 1960s. The
culture of the day consisted of pure godless heathenism: Black-light posters,
hippies, sex, drugs and rock and roll. People in my world were not
thinking or talking about God. Also, not only did teachers from elementary
school throughout high school never convey the idea of God to me, they
reinforced the prevailing concept in the media that God did not exist. For
example: An article from the front page of the New York Times read,

“God is
Dead ...”

I was 13 years old when I heard about the article. I did not read it.
The article explained that many professors of religion no
longer believed in God. Yet having never read the article, this young
soul began to wonder if maybe there was a god at one time but he had died? So,
basically during my formative years, I had little to no understanding of
spiritual things.

Then, when I was 16, my brother
Deane died in a car wreck.
He was 18. Deane had just
graduated from high school. I was
devastated. As mentioned, at this point in my
life I did not believe in God and I was certainly not sure if Jesus ever existed as a
historical person. I had yet to figure out what life was about and this was the first time I
was confronted with death.

I was so distraught that, for a while I quit going to school, because I could not handle the
emotional problems I was experiencing when seeing some of my brother’s old friends.

I remember praying to God for the first time in my life saying:

“If there is a
God and You have taken my brother to Hell, then that’s where I want to go.”

Then, I decided to try to contact my brother. I thought that maybe now Deane existed on another plane.

The first night that I got a response, one little ball of light came swirling into my bedroom.
It was just floating around in midair for a few seconds; then it flew right out through the
wall. As the weeks passed, at
times, my room was filled with little glowing lights.
Soon thereafter, weird things began to happen: I started being attacked by
invisible beings!

I would be lying in bed and what felt like a man would jump on me and wrestle
with me. It felt like superman had
fallen straight down upon me from some distance above.

Then, the unthinkable happened:

One morning I woke up. I looked
outside through the window into the backyard. It was a beautiful summer day.
I remember thinking about going to the park. Yet, right before I got out of bed superman hit me again; like a man falling
out of the sky. I heard the bedsprings
screech. This time the wind
was knocked out of me and my muscles tensed up.
I could not move or breathe.

It gets worse:

I felt those little lights swirl right into me. I felt spiritually defiled. I believe demons entered my body.

I also heard perverted sounding music; (evidently demons have music in their
realm).

At this point my spirit left my body. But at the same time, I was still on the bed. I found myself in
outer space traveling (I guess) at the speed of light; what seemed odd was there
weren't any stars. I was headed for a gate way off in the distance that
consisted of three pyramids stacked so there is an opening in the center:

I believe this was the gate leading to hell/outer darkness?

And, I was
heading right toward the center of the gate!

I got the impression that I was going to be
banished from God's presence forever.
It was the worst thing I could have ever imagined; but this was no dream.

I thought, maybe if I cried out to God, He would help me? So, I tried to say the word

“God.”

Remember, the wind had been knocked out of me and my muscles were all
cramped up; I can’t move. I’m both
on the bed and on my way to hell.

I can’t utter a word. Finally, I
think; I’ll focus all of my effort to just spit out the syllable

“G.”

I was desperately trying to start by saying,

“GAW.”

Then, right before I was about to lose
consciousness from not being able to breathe, at the top of my lungs, the
name

“Jesus”

came out of my mouth.

The demons left. I got up, went upstairs, and washed my face, hanging my head over the
kitchen sink, thinking:

"what an odd way to start the day.

"

What was so odd: I had tried to say GAW, or
God, with every ounce of my
strength. Not
Jesus!

I went from being agnostic, to a man who believed in demons, Jesus, God, and
what I think may have been hell, all in
one morning with no one preaching to me.

This experience is what started me on a path to try to figure out what’s going
on in life. Since then, I have found answers from the bible which make sense out of
the trouble I experienced that morning and my deliverance in Christ's name.

Over the years
I have been reluctant to share this story for many reasons:

1. It is somewhat embarrassing to admit that demons entered my body. Even
though it was only for a few minutes.

2. I was concerned that people would not believe me.

3. I was concerned that I would be labeled as a fanatic, or a person suffering
from delusion.

4. I was/am concerned that it might discredit my written works which have been
established through years of careful study.

Well, I'm older now, this experience took place 40 years ago, so I've had a lot of time to think
it over. I made the decision to make this story known because I know it happened — Satan
and/or demons tried to kill me. They showed their hand. Now I'm in the fight; I'm not going to be silent
anymore.
One thing is clear: The name Jesus delivered me. Yet, at age 16, I had yet
to learn anything about Jesus Christ.

When I got off of my bed that morning and walked upstairs to the kitchen I was
not thinking:

"There's power in the name of Jesus."

I was not thinking:

"God is good."

The truth is: I was scared. I was confused. I still didn't know anything
about God. I had never read word one from the Bible. At the time, I
certainly did not equate Christ's victory over sin and death with the reason I was given his name!

What have I learned:

• Demons exist.
• Jesus delivers.
• God is real.

What Happens When You Die?

George Harrison of the music group The Beatles, which was widely regarded as the greatest and
most influential rock group of the rock and roll era, said this in a 1997 interview:

"... Nobody's trying to figure out, 'What's the
cause of death?' And, 'What happens when you die?' That to me is the only thing of
any importance! The rest is all secondary."

With this statement, George Harrison expressed perhaps the deepest and most
troubling concern people will ever face in life:

"What happens when you die?"

As for me,
I have been given a foretaste as to what could have befallen me had I passed on
from this life without finding salvation in Jesus Christ; perhaps God let me
experience this 'trip to hell's gate and back' so I could tell the world about it?